Category: Comfort

He stepped up to the bar, ordered a tall cold one and sat his ass on the stool. He was on his second swallow when he felt it, a hand on his back. Not threatening, not intimidating, it was a light touch, a woman’s touch. He turned his head and there she was.

She looked so peaceful, as if everything was okay and like he hadn’t messed it all up again. She was like that. Always encouraging him, telling him he was good and how far he’d come in life. He knew the truth though, she was the only thing that kept him on the straight and narrow.

Daryl had really planned to kill Dwight, like he had already said since the very first day. He had really wanted to do it, when they had driven into the woods. Daryl was ready for it and obviously also Dwight, but when the man sank on his knees, it made Daryl realise something…